Aroslav: I hope your health is improving.HAROLD: Not likely, but I still have some hope. So what is it you'd like to know?aroslav: Well I usually star... out with basics like name, age, and birthdate.HAROLD: Okay. Well, my full name is Harold Joseph Anderson. Joseph was my father's name, but they chose not to make me be a junior. I was born on the Ides of March and I'm fifty-four years old.aroslav: Why don't we start with a little of your history then. When I'm interviewing teens we go right to. .. one of your slaves? One! Of your slaves? What the hell are you talking about?" Well, technically, I suppose she's my only full-time slave right now. She freed her own slave, so I've lost that one from the collection. And of course, my bride-to-be is only my slave when I collar her."My Dad's expression hardly changed for a long moment; he stood next to me with his eyes wide open, staring at me. I got the impression he was waiting for me to give him the punch line to the joke I had started to. I selected: a) a pair of black high-heeled pumps, b) a pair of pink 'fuck-me' high-heels, c) a pair of black patent-leather thigh-high boots, d) a pair of Ronald McDonald clown shoes,and slipped them on.By some fortunate coincidence, my: a) sister, b) mother, c) aunt, d) transvestite uncle,kept a selection of clip on earrings and trashy jewellery, which I put onand then I sprayed myself with perfume and as a finishing touch. I looked at myself in the mirror and was amazed to see that although. I tossed my head from side to side, my heart pounding so fast. I would have such a huge explosion of bliss.Michelle's tongue fluttered up to my clit. She sucked on it as she thrust a pair of fingers into my cunt. I groaned at the intrusion. Her digits pumped in and out of my cunt while she moaned around my bud.Pleasure burst in sparks in me.I gasped and bucked. My back slammed into the comfy couch cushion. I threw back my head and howled out in rapture. I came on Michelle's mouth while her son.